June 29, 2007

At least I used the insomnia well

I never, well hardly ever, dream about work. Last night I woke up from a dream about a job I don't even have. I dreamt I returned for a third interview and brought with me a former client from Baltimore, Ms. Intensity. I kept asking her to tell them how far above and beyond the call of duty I'm willing to go in my work. In the dream, everything seemed normal. For some reason though, I woke myself up. Once awake I realized what was bugging me:

Ms. Intensity is dead.

In fact, she had an aneurysm during one of our client meetings. It was nothing I said, really!

The short version is that we got her to the local hospital just before the aneurysm burst. We'd called an ambulance while she was moaning that her neck hurt. When she broke out into a cold sweat, I told RyGuy to bring my car around, then my boss carried Ms. Intensity out to my car. While murmuring, "Keep talking to me, Ms. Intensity" and checking both ways at red lights, I didn't stop once on the way to the hospital. My boss carried her into the ER and while we were filling in the triage nurse, "Smoker, post-menopausal, hormone replacements...", Ms. Intensity's head came back and her pupils dilated. They rushed her and me to a room and I stood in the corner re-telling her symptoms while they stripped her clothes. My last memory of my client, and my friend, is of her lying under the white glare in her matching black bra and panties.

Understandably, seeing her in my dream was enough to flash a red light to my subconscious. Wake up!! Something is NOT right.

Is it a bad sign that I'm already dreaming about this job? I did go to sleep thinking about what I wanted to do for the three thank you cards. Three guys grilling me with questions like, "What are you scared of?" "If you weren't in a creative field, what would you be doing?" "What's on your iPod?" means I get to make three cards. After the dream I couldn't fall back asleep, so I spent the rest of the night working on the cards. The Mutt sighed copiously and repeatedly during our exile from her nice, dark bedroom.

Here's where I need help: they haven't called me back. The interview was Tuesday. I got the interview through a head hunter and she hasn't told me it's a NO, but hasn't called with any encouraging news, either. How long before I hide in my room in a black despair? (I really want this job. It sounds like a great fit for my skills and interests.) Is it normal to wait this long before you say, "We love her!"? I'll be sending the cards tonight, but otherwise all I can do is wait. Sighing copiously.

7 comments:

Good luck, I hope you hear something soon on it. What's on your Ipod? They really asked that? Holy cow! I'm guessing in your line of art work that's typical, in mine not so much:)

On the dream, that's an intense experience to have had in life. I dream about my sister and father who are both dead sometimes, not as often as I used to, I never have taken it as a bad sign...nice that she's trying to give you some props from the afterlife I think.

No need for despair. Depending on the size of the company and how may other people they had to interview - it may take a while. I know it does with our place. The questions sound like they are trying to assess your fit, which is a good thing. You are smart to send the thank you's - although going to a third interview with an risen dead person would be quite impressive. Relax have a great weekend!!

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